Author's Notes: Here it is. The epilogue. I'm sad to see it
end… *sniffle* But it's been fun! Thanks for getting me up to this many
reviews! I love my readers! *hugs all around*

Beware! – Epilogue

It was a
bright day. A clear day. As fine a day as anyone could wish for. The birds were
singing, and the trees were a beautiful green.

Nature
could have such an ironic sense of humor.

Peter
Parker stood in the cemetery for the third time inside a year. Once it had been
for the killing of Uncle Ben. And then, the death of Norman Osborn. Now… Aunt
May.

Although
she had chased him around the house with a meat cleaver, eaten his beloved
uncle, eaten his friend's father, killed his parents, and tried to kill his
best friend, Peter had still loved the old woman.

Actually,
looking back at the long list, it was turning into more of a love/hate
relationship…

Harry stood
beside his friend, trying to be sympathetic. But it was hard to summon up the
sympathy when you were rejoicing over the passing of the deceased. Aunt May had
deserved to die, in his opinion. His therapy bill was still racking up…

The solemn
words of the preacher drifted around them, unheard. Harry was staring fixedly
at the coffin, as if Aunt May herself would spring out and sink her fangs into
his neck. And Peter simply stared ahead.

They were
about to lower the coffin into the ground when Peter spoke.

"Wait."

They
paused.

"I… I'd
like to see her… one last time…?"

He gestured
to the lid of the coffin. The preacher smiled condescendingly.

"Of course,
my child."

Obediently,
the two men opened the coffin…

Harry
staggered backwards, an inhuman shriek ripping from his lips. He began to stomp
around the graveyard howling and cursing.

The workmen
exchanged confused looks.

The
preacher's mouth popped open.

Peter just
stood there, a 'this can't be happening' smile on his face as he stared at the
contents of the coffin.

ROCKS.

~

Somewhere
on an interstate several hundred miles away, Aunt May turned up the oldies
station on her car stereo. Her stomach rumbled. Perhaps she would pull over for
lunch soon…